The All-American past-time — Baseball; it certainly is popular around our home. It is the only sport that presents our house divided. Cardinals or Cubbies — com’on kids, which is it gonna be? Little did I know how much a part of our life it is until this conversation ensued during the pre-nap routine on Sunday:
Little Guy: So, Dad, can we watch some baseball?
Big Guy: You want to watch baseball?
Little Guy: Yes. (Emphatic head nod)
Big Guy: Okay.
Little Guy: Go Cubbies . . .
So maybe that last line took a bit of prompting from Momma and of course was countered with Goooo Cardinals. Nevertheless, it went straight to the heart. He is growing up fond of the All-American past-time and I’m okay with that . . . as long as he keeps true to the Cubs!
Although, I don’t think I have a shot in the long run —
PS — I had to include a photo because we are now high speed at my house. Woo-hoo! 🙂
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